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Alaric slammed his hips forward, forcing his huge, thick cock into my tight little pussy, and I screamed with pain and intense pleasure. He was so big, and it had been some time since I had fucked anyone. My body roiled with agony, and I wailed, but he didn’t pause.
His cock was so hard, so thick, that my inner walls grasped him with a greediness I’d never known. My pussy throbbed as it tried to get used to his size, but he was far bigger than any man I’d ever been with before. I shuddered and cried as he fucked me. It hurt and it hurt a lot. Something about it felt good though, and I focused on that feeling, even though the pain from his savage fucking was quickly rendering me speechless.
That feeling grew stronger. The pain began to lessen just a bit, and I felt myself falling as my unreleased pleasure roared to the surface once more. His thumb pressed against my clit, and thenhe circled my clit, causing me to moan with wild abandon. I tried to stop myself, but I quickly realized it was impossible.
“You like that, don’t you?” he purred, and my core twisted hard at the sound.
“Yes! Please! I need to come,” I moaned, writhing beneath him with my incredibly desperate and growing need. He growled and my pussy clenched hard around his cock. With his other hand, he gripped my hip and pistoned into me even harder and more roughly than before. I cried out, but the vibrations grew stronger. I was becoming wetter, and I could feel myself losing all semblance of rational thought as I hurtled closer and closer to orgasm.
“Come for me, little mate,” he murmured, and I could have sworn that my world shattered into billions of tiny fragments right then. My core collapsed in on itself and there was nothing I could do to rein in the expanding pressure centering right in my pussy. The vibrations on my clit and the thick ridges of his cock taking me hard were more than I could handle, and a brilliant white light of pleasure blinded me. I closed my eyes and screamed, writhing with the incredible force of ecstasy raining over me.
My orgasm hit me with such power that it left me breathless, panting and thrashing beneath him as he fucked me. My pussy clenched around him with desperate need.
I keened as a second orgasm rushed at me. His cock fucked me ruthlessly. I twisted and struggled, but he held me tightly and wouldn’t allow me to escape the brutal intensity of the pleasure hurtling through me as he thrust into me over and over again until I lost control completely. He forced me to take every last second of my orgasm, and then he made me take more.
Just as my second release began to fade, another came out of the dark as fast and furious as the first two. The pleasure was so intense that I started to question when it would stop. If it would ever stop. If I could take much more of this before I passed out.
It didn’t matter. I was going to come until he decided I would stop.
He fucked me so roughly and so hard that I knew I was going to be sore for days. I was going to feel his touch over every inch of my body, and I knew that just thinking about it would make me wet. His knowing fingers pinched my clit hard, and I spiraled into a black hole of pleasure so vast that I wondered if I’d ever be able to climb back out. My bound wrists curled around the back of his neck as I held onto him for dear life.
“Please,” I begged. I wanted more. I wanted it to stop. I just wanted to come.
And I did. Hard. I came again and again. I came so many times that I lost count, and still he fucked me, his cock a rigid instrument of pleasure that refused to quit. His stamina was impressive, far more so than any other man I’d ever been with. Typically, the men I’d been with would wear out before me, but right now I feared that I’d break before he did. That I’d beg for the pleasure to stop because I couldn’t handle another moment of orgasm. But I wasn’t going to do that. Not yet.
I wanted to see what else he would demand of me. How else he would use me for his pleasure. And for mine.
He growled and my core tightened painfully at the sound, almost like my body was intricately connected to him. I cried out and he groaned, before growling once again. I screamed as I cameonce more, feeling fresh tears edge at the corners of my eyes as another orgasm was forced from my over-sensitized body.
I moaned. I cried. I writhed as all-consuming pleasure ravaged me senseless. I was left with no choice but to take what he gave me. I took it all, and when he finally groaned as his cock throbbed inside me, I almost sighed with relief that he was almost done.
I couldn’t take much more of this. It had to stop soon, right?
I tightened my muscles, tried to squeeze him harder than ever before. He rewarded me with a quiet appreciative growl. Liquid heat surged from between my thighs, and I could feel myself growing even slicker.
His cock throbbed harder, each pulse making it feel larger than ever, and I cried out as I was stretched wide once again. With ruthless efficiency, he slammed his cock into me over and over, forcing me to take every last inch so deeply that I felt him in the very depths of my soul.
His grip tightened painfully on my hip, and his seed surged up deep inside me, so hot that I screamed in agony as another orgasm shattered me into pieces. His cum burned deep within my body, causing every single inch of me to blaze with senseless, uncontrollable pleasure.
This wasn’t natural. When I’d had sex with other men, I never felt their seed like this. Alaric was different somehow.
His cum was reacting with my skin, forcing my pleasure to the surface as though it was liquid fire and making me want to come again, even though I had done so countless times already. My pussy convulsed around his throbbing cock, already desperate to orgasm again. I didn’t understand it. When he pulled free frommy body, I sighed as my greedy inner walls clutched desperately for his thick girth once more. I could feel his seed dripping from me, coating my folds and my thighs with his essence. It felt like a gentle simmer now, just gradually warming my skin and coaxing my need for pleasure to the surface once more.
I glanced down at his cock and noticed he was already hard again, and a sense of anxious arousal spiked through me. He was just as erect as he had been before he started fucking me and anxiety began to grow deep in the pit of my belly. It wasn’t possible. I swallowed nervously and my thighs pressed together, the sore entrance of my pussy and my tender little clit apprehensively waiting for what he would do next.
He threw a pillow on the floor.
“On your knees, little human. You’re going to clean off my cock with that pretty little mouth of yours,” he demanded boldly, and I could have sworn my pussy convulsed at his words. I felt so hot and I didn’t know if it would ever stop. I didn’t even know if I wanted it to.
“Put your hands on the back of your head. If you move them, I’ll have to punish you,” he said. Gently, he grabbed my wrist since my hands were still bound and helped me to climb off the bed. Then he helped me kneel down. My legs felt like jelly, and I was grateful for his assistance. Gingerly, I lifted my hands and pressed my palms to the back of my head, just as he had instructed. My eyes glanced down at his massive erection, and I nervously bit my lip.
I had a feeling that this was going to hurt quite a bit too.
That thought made a droplet of arousal roll down my thigh, and I blushed as it made its slow journey along my sensitive flesh.I wondered how much of what was between my thighs was his seed or my arousal. I just knew there was a lot of it.
He stepped forward and his cock bobbed toward my face. I watched it anxiously as he angled his length not far from my lips, and I tentatively opened my mouth for him. I felt myself wavering from wanting to suck his cock to being afraid to. I was also well aware of the fact that I wasn’t in control right now. He was.
Sure, I could bite him and try to fend him off, but the thought of his belt whipping my backside was motivation enough to behave.
